At the entrance of the factory, a young man in a suit and ties and a briefcase walked in with a smile on his face.

The man looked very handsome, and at most he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his smile made people feel that he was very mature and steady. Especially when he saw everyone staring at him, he was not timid at all. He smiled at everyone without being humble or arrogant, and nodded.

"Who is he?"

“Don’t know.”

"It doesn't look like Cheng Fada and his gang."

Everyone murmured in a low voice.

The young man glanced at everyone, then looked at Haitang, who was covered in oil stains and was in a tomboy shape, and asked again in a very polite tone: "Is this the one next to him the director of Haitanghai?"

Haitang looked at the other person suspiciously, but he felt that the other person was handsome, but he was full of gentleness and a smile.

"I am!"

"Oh, it turns out that you are Director Hai, I feel respectful!" As the young man spoke, he took out a business card from his arms and handed it over and said, "This is the business card I am under, please check it out."

When Haitang heard his speech, she couldn't help frowning. She took the business card and glanced at it. She saw that it read: "Wanda Toys Import and Export Trading Company, Assistant General Manager and Secretary, and Business Representative Song Zhichao!"

"Your surname is Song, Secretary Song?" Haitang asked.

"Yes, I am the assistant secretary." Song Zhichao said kindly.

Haitang was a little uncomfortable with Song Zhichao's kind-hearted kiss.

"What's the matter with me?"

"I'm looking for you to help with making some toys."

"Make a toy?" Haitang's eyes lit up when he heard that the other party wanted to place an order to make a toy.

The damn Cheng Fada just now said that no one would place an order, so he asked their toy factory to wait for bankruptcy. Now someone has come to place an order.

However, Haitang is not an ordinary person after all, and is scared by Cheng Fada, the skinny dog. Who knows if this is a trap set by him and deliberately find someone to place an order to cheat him. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so coincidental that the skinny dog ​​just left, the man ran over.

Haitang rolled his eyes, took the business card and looked at it again, and smiled and said, "Secretary Song, do you know Director Cheng Fada?"

Song Zhichao nodded, "I know. He is the boss of a developed toy factory. He is very powerful. There are three large factories."

"Do you know he's just here?"

"I saw the car, but no one - I didn't expect that the car was his."

"Then what did he tell us just now?"

"What did you say?"

"He said, if you dare to place an order for our factory, he will kill him!" Haitang said deliberately and harshly, and then his beautiful eyes stared at Song Zhichao, "Now I ask you, are you afraid?"

Song Zhichao was stunned for a moment and asked back: "What am I afraid of?"

Haitang was also stunned, "Aren't you his person?"

"A man who said I am his?"

"that……"

Seeing Haitang mute, Song Zhichao couldn't help but find it funny.

"Director Hai, let me say it again. I am the secretary of Wanda Toys Company and the business representative. I am not from a developed toy factory! My surname is Song and my name is Song Zhichao!"

Seeing Song Zhichao's answer so serious, Haitang couldn't help but blush, knowing that he might have suspected that he was wrong.

"Well, they just came here to make trouble, I thought..." Haitang looked a little disgusted.

Fortunately, Song Zhichao smiled at this time, "I won't say that much, Director Hai, I'm here with sincerity and hope to cooperate with you to produce a batch of toys. I wonder what your intention is?"

Haitang adjusted his condition, "What kind of toys do you plan to ask for? Tell me."

"Panda, to be precise, is that kind of furry plush toy!" Song Zhichao smiled, "If your toys meet the standards we require, then we will pay a part of the deposit first, but the amount will not be too much, about 6,000 yuan, and then sign a formal contract to produce a total of 100,000 pieces. What do you think?"

"Hundreds of thousands?"

Everyone in the toy factory, including Haitang, was shocked.

Everyone stared at me, looking at you, and I looked at you, all of them showed unbelievable expressions on their faces. There were a few who couldn't hold back and even swallowed their saliva, feeling that they were almost suffocating at this moment.

You know, since the factory faced a crisis, the highest order has only been only four or five thousand. Even at the most glorious time, the factory has not received too many orders such as 100,000.

No, to be precise, these old men in toy factory have not heard of such a big order in a long time.

At this moment, their eyes were lit one by one, and they all looked at Song Zhichao with hope and desire, as if Song Zhichao fell from the sky, the saint who brought them happiness and gospel.

After all, Haitang is the factory manager. After being surprised, he quickly began to calculate: According to the current order price in the toy market, the manufacturing cost and profit of a medium-sized plush toy are about 50,000 yuan, and the total amount of 100,000 yuan is 50,000 yuan! This is definitely a life-saving money for the Dahai Toy Factory that is about to go bankrupt.

Trying to stabilize his ups and downs, Haitang had to ask tentatively: "Well, Mr. Song, your order is too big. We are afraid that we can't make a 100,000."

Song Zhichao smiled and said, "I know, you have fewer people now, and 100,000 is just a little more; but it doesn't matter. I'm not asking you to make 100,000 at once, it only needs to be completed within three months and it's OK."

Haitang took a deep breath, "If the construction is completed in three months, it will cost more than 30,000 per month, and thirty days a month. Basically, more than 1,100 will be completed every day, and allocated to thirty people. Each person will have to make more than 30 a day... It is acceptable."

"It's not acceptable, it's easy to deal with it!" Song Zhichao said with a smile, "As there are so many veterans in your factory, they are absolutely first-class in technology, diligent and hard-working. In addition to mechanized production, let alone more than 300 a day, even more than 300 should be no problem!"

Song Zhichao's words praised the old workers around him. Everyone couldn't help laughing. They felt that Secretary Song was handsome and gentle, and his words were very meticulous, which made people feel very comfortable from the bottom of their hearts.

Song Zhichao took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead. There was no way. The workshop was big and stuffy. Because there was no order to start work, he was too lazy to even open an electric fan. In addition, he was wearing a suit and tie, so it would be strange if he was not stuffy and sweating.

Seeing this, Haitang winked at the people around him, and immediately someone ran over to turn on the electric fan with cleverness.

Once the fan is turned on, it blows away the hot air.

Song Zhichao felt much more comfortable. He put the briefcase he was carrying on the machine aside and continued to say to everyone: "This is the order. It looks like a lot. After a specific calculation, there are only a few! Besides, if my orders were only a thousand or hundreds, maybe you wouldn't want to do it!"

"Hahaha!" Everyone laughed.

However, there is so bitterness in everyone's smile. What does it mean to be unwilling to do it? The factory is like this now. Even if there are only a dozen orders, they will do it - after all, they have to survive!

As the current female director of the toy factory, Haitang felt the most deeply. It can be said that Song Zhichao sent the order this time, which was a timely help for them.

But soon, Haitang woke up from excitement and joy and thought of a very realistic problem.

After hesitating for a while, Haitang still spoke, "Well, Secretary Song, I want to ask, do you have to ask if you have to have plush toys. Can other types of toys be bad? For example, plastic toys, electric toys, or puppet toys?"

Song Zhichao shook his head: "I only want plush toys."

"This..." Haitang wanted to speak but stopped.

Who is Song Zhichao? You can tell when you see her expression, "But what are the difficulties?"

"I'm really embarrassed." Haitang said straightforwardly, "In fact, the plush toy machine in our factory is broken, no, it's the one behind me..."

Haitang pointed to the large machine he had just repaired, and then said, "Our staff can prove that I am not lying."

At this time, the young man who had been beaten by Niu Xiong before stood up. He cheered up and said, "My name is Wang Gang. I am a machine repairman in the factory. I can prove that if Director Hai had a problem with the internal structure of this machine, the maintenance instructions were all in English. Although I can repair some machines, I can't understand English."

Haitang continued, "I have read the dictionary and translated some content. Unfortunately, even if I repaired it myself, I couldn't repair it well."

He paused and said, "According to the current situation, if you want to repair this machine, you must hire a manufacturer that produces this machine at a high salary. However, this machine is imported from abroad. Not to mention the amount of money hiring foreign experts, it may not be too late to go to time."

After saying this, Haitang sighed and looked at Song Zhichao and said, "So, Secretary Song, can you see if you can change it? We can provide you with plastic panda toys, and you are absolutely sure of the quality."

For Haitang, for the only 30 remaining workers in the factory, they finally received an order, and they really didn't want to throw it away just like that.

Everyone else stared at Song Zhichao with pitiful eyes, for fear of saying the word "no" from his mouth.

You know, this is the hope of all of them. If hope fails, it will be even more uncomfortable than killing them.

Song Zhichao looked at Haitang, then looked at the old workers with pitiful eyes, vicissitudes on their faces and thick calluses on their hands, and suddenly smiled and said to Haitang: "Director Hai, where is the English maintenance manual? I want to take a look first!"

Haitang, including others, couldn't help but be stunned, not understanding what Song Zhichao wanted the manual.
Chapter completed!